Last night, around 8, I went running in my neighborhood.
I had my dog with me. A cattle dog, well-trained, loping like a wolf, loving the weirdness of being outside after dark. She’s a night girl like me. I’d been feeling deeply awful for days — flu, bronchitis, but suddenly the softness of the Florida air, and the warmth of November on the West Coast, and the dark brightness of lights rippling off water stirred some reserve in me and I was off like my lungs hadn’t been hacking up fluids for days, running like a bullet. ...


